releasing & growing

poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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your anger frightens me,you have rage bleached into your skinyour veins fluid in it.but they are dormant until a word is saidand you become sprung.it lets loose and this tiger comes outI try tame it, face it, divert it,I even let you project it.but that will never be enough.I can never be enough. I wish […]